A Minor Complaint

The wintertime hath arrived.

I am a little disappointed in whoever's controlling the weather, as they seem to have forgotten to include fall in this year's lineup. Remember the cool-but-not-cold, golden-lit, season of change? The gentle epoch that eases the harsh transition from summer to winter? I like fall, it's my favorite season really, And 3-10 inches of wet, white snow is a far cry from "fall"

I find it hard to be too grumpy though, because something else arrived yesterday, courtesy of UPS:

I present you with, perhaps, the coolest pair of Chuck Taylors ever made. Custom built per my sisters' specifications, and all for me.